I threw a rose to the matador, not sure who I was cheering for

My aim was true, my heart was full, I loved the fighter and the bull


I loved like only a woman can, a very complicated man


I bound his wounds, I heard his cries, I gave him truth, I told him lies.



His rage is made of many things: faithless women, wedding rings

Snakes and snails and alcohol, his daddy's fist thrown through the wall


Ah but he's beautiful when he's in the ring, the devil howls, the angels sing


Sparks fly from his fingertips and words like birds fly from his lips.



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Some man is lyin' in the dirt


Some woman's crying that he's hurt

But he's not alive without the thrill


Without the dance, without the kill


The lights go down, the people roar

They're cheering on the matador


And this is how the story goes


I knew it when I threw the rose.



I come to each and every show; the woman in the second row

I watch them in their ancient dance and I know I never stood a chance


Cause while other demons prance and clown, it's vanity that takes you down


I thought that I could be the one, but I'm just another hanger-on.



Chorus



I threw a rose to the matador, not sure who I was cheering for

My aim was true, my heart was full; I loved the fighter and the bull.